close proximity word-compounds are sometimes the hardest to invert onto themselves, to craft a chiral pivot, notably due to the suffix-blindspot of the non-differentiated prefix antonym, even more so, when guarded by close proximity of words such as hubris / hiatus - esp. when was begins one's logical approach, inducing a misnomer tangle - due to the overtly laden verbum similis; and these little schematic squares of extremely confrontational, but also the more so extremely cohabitable ref. points, will always be harder to master, than say: a rigid rhyme schematic of a sonnet.
all this current talk of protecting free speech,
cf. with the writing i'll cite -
well, so much for a freedom that can
invite both the sophist and babbling of
slanging slurs -
all in all, in defence of the "freedom" of
speech, is just as well, a: freedom for
idle talk - and if not idle talk, then simply
politicised intrigue, that once gained
the ears of salon ladies at liberty to an alt.
to ****** arousal.
and how did this come about?
oh... well, what people talk about now,
is what people thought about in the 1920s
and the 1930s...
as heidegger points out, regarding a herr
oswald spengler - der untergang das abendlandes
(1918 - 1922 vol. 1 & vol. 2 respectively):
the famous suggestion of a *decline of the west:
paragraph opening -
why is herr spengler in noting
a decline? not because of the heroic optimists
being correct with regards to this apparent
decline - modernity as the unfathomable
stretch toward a status quo eternity -
and with darwinism, the theory of relativity,
the big bang, quantum physics -
there's about as much worth of a question-worthiness
these days, as there is a needle's worth
in a haystack of airy tumbleweed answer-unworthiness...
these former optimists of the decline
have turned into ardent pessimists of
there even being a decline -
the oeuvre of psychology did the most damage
in the end -
still mingling with an archaic sophistry of
astrology, tarot and the voting ballot -
no shred of a doubt that we live in a one
way street of: answers & denials only, please,
questions & doubts, ooh noo noo noo!
we do not live worthy of a question -
since by question we mean: ridicule being
the only appropriate answer deserved by
asking a question.
it came with the change of hiatus between
the two factions -
once the optimists took to hubris -
the pessimists take to hiatus -
if we called them heroic optimists -
we now call them optimists in hubris -
once we called them lunatic pessimists
and ultra-religious leash bearers -
now we call them: young people who
forgot to take chances, risks, and thrills...
cushion padded wet charcoals that
have as much potential to burn as -
a dolphin getting dry.
and aphorism 105 (VI) does just that,
100 years ago by my circa approach -
'the west will not go down, primarily because
it is too weak for that, not because
it is still strong.'
which is why i ask: is free speech anything
to defend these days, when free thought
echoes so many years later,
and what is now considered "free" speech
is merely idle superstition regarding
a "revival", the last supposed push?
there's absolutely no honour in kicking
a maned dog,
and in that act: of kicking
a maned dog, or giving a bowlful of bones
for a toothless dog to nibble on
is just as well... might as well spoon out
the marrow and give the old hag of the west
a pâté to slurp...
yes, orthographically speaking:
very pedantic of the french to bend the macron
into a circumflex -
sure, ain't pretty, but i can assure you:
i'll be technical;
what the west can be thankful of is that it's
the first culture in decline,
and once a culture is in decline,
among so many others, the others follow suite -
like a spread of cancer,
or any other plague -
it probably begins by the european
decadence in not respecting antibiotics -
infesting themselves with superbugs -
or thereby managing to craft some sort of
immunity to them...
and they say that ****** if baah baah baad...
big pharma never kills, does it?!
i'm still confused on a close proximity akin
to thesaurus logic of synonyms -
i.e. decline of the west = heroic optimists of the decline
(it must surely happen!)
or is: decline of the west = pessimists on hiatus?
i.e. it will never happen!
ah! that's what it was: i was thinking of hiatus
but wrote hubris instead... d'uh dum dum...
i.e. the roles have changed -
now the pessimists are engaged in hubris -
while the optimists are on a hiatus:
the whole - i told you so...
the whole i told you so since the 1920s
is irrelevant these days,
given the great america never again ended
at the beginning of the 21st century...
the monologue from the grand ***
degraded from the grand satan is hot puff and
cinnamon smoke...
once more: what is relevant about what's
being said these days? as much as was a passing
observation in the 1920s?
i hardly think so...
the so-called freedom that only gravitates
to idle-chit-chat and poseur antics of bravado?
given that not much is questioned,
and whatever is questioned has lost its allure
to be fresh, to be alarming,
all the questions asked are plagiarisms,
a dead-end, in imagery: a library with only
one book in it (i mean, a library brimful with
books, but all these books are the same book);
which makes these times so
answer-unworthy - is that they come so
easily, and are usually borrowed from
the same anglophonic sets of ideas,
regurgitated chick food from the peckers of
their parental guardians.
well, if you live in times when people
have that idiotic audacity to ask a question
like: what's the meaning of life,
why are we here, how did we form, etc.:
all these inessential "essence" questions -
and about as many historicals gaps
of memory lapse as a drinking session with
oliver reed in between...
the only question goes something
like this:
and ? found myself walking around the house,
walking by a mirror, ? peered in,
and without a narcissus to mind
to slowly build a curiosity that would turn
into self-love, ? exclaimed: !,
after which ? steadied by pace of questioning
adding the much needed: ?!
what's as good a questioning dynamic / schematic as
you're going to get, these days.
